Alaska, With Love Assassin-Shifter 02 - by Sandrine Gasq-DIon Page B

seventies. Mark sighed and threw his bag in the trunk of his car. He had time, and it wasn’t like the security line at the Columbus airport was long. It was non-existent.
    Mark pulled onto the freeway and watched the landscape fly by. He hadn’t really had time to go out over the last six months; he’d been in therapy for most of it. All his blood tests had come back negative and Agent Pruitt had told him that Manuel’s blood tests had been negative as well. Mark asked to have the tests run during Manuel’s autopsy, and Agent James Pruitt had it done for him right away. Agent Pruitt was sweet and cute as all hell, but Mark had his eye on someone else. He parked his car in the long term parking lot and walked into the small airport. There were maybe ten other people at the most, and Mark handed the TSA agent his ticket and ID.
“ Have a good flight Doctor Patterson.”
    “ Thanks.” Mark smiled and stepped through the detector. He took his seat up front and closed his eyes. Josh’s face was instantly there, his smile, his laugh and Mark drifted off thinking about Josh’s kiss. A while later, the sound of the Captain’s voice over the loud speaker jostled Mark out of his sleep. They were in descent into Dallas Fort Worth. Mark stretched his legs and got ready to grab his bag. As soon as he stepped off the plane he made a bee line for the nearest Starbucks. He sat with his coffee, twirling the stick in the golden brown liquid.
“ Wow, you look almost sad, in a way.”
    Mark looked up to see a woman in a flight attendant uniform. Her black hair was swept into a French twist and smokey grey eyes were looking right at him. The woman had the most beautiful skin, like a porcelain doll, with just a hint of gloss on her perfectly shaped lips. The name tag said Sabine. “Hi.”
    Sabine took a seat and tilted her head. “One that looks like you should not look so lost. You are having girlfriend troubles?”
Mark chuckled softly and raised his eyes to hers. “No, more like boyfriend, although he’s not my boyfriend.”

“ Merde …” Sabine sighed and took Mark’s hand. “All the good ones are married or gay. Or they are gay and married.”
“ Isn’t that the same thing?” Mark smiled at her. Her accent wasn’t thick, but he could tell she was French.
    “ No, they are gay but married to women and keeping their vows.” Sabine rolled her eyes. “What a waste of time.”
Mark giggled and she took his hand smiling at him. “I… there is a man.”

“ Oui ? So, tell me why he is not yours.” Shaking her
head, Sabine chuckled. “Where are my manners?” She put her hand out and smiled at him. “I am Sabine.”
    “ I’m Mark, nice to meet you Sabine. It’s a long story, but to make it short he wasn’t gay. Or he thought he wasn’t, until he met me and kissed me and ran off to Alaska. I tried telling him it was okay and everything, but Josh freaked out—”
“ Josh?” Sabine’s eyes went wide. “You say he went to Alaska? Josh Montgomery?”
     
Mark sat back flabbergasted. “Well, yeah.”
    “ No wonder.” Sabine sat back, sighed, and looked at Mark. “So it is you.” Sabine saw the look of confusion on Mark’s face and took his hand. “I have known Josh in the, biblical sense? Is that the word?” Sabine saw Mark nod his head, and a blush hit his cheeks. “I have seen him. Six months ago he took a flight I was working and I thought it would be like always, but when I touched him he told me he couldn’t, that his heart belonged to someone else.” Sabine squeezed Mark’s hand. “It is you his heart belongs to.”
    Mark felt hope blossom in his heart as he looked at Sabine. “Thank you, you have no idea how much better I feel now.”
    “ You, go get your man.” Sabine stood and looked at her watch. “I must go, but you must find me and let me know what happens, eh?”
Mark nodded and stood up to hug her tightly. “Thank you so much.”

“ Au revoir, Cheri. ” Sabine blew him a kiss